He was sorry? He should be apologizing to Roma. She was the one without anyone to keep company. A tear threatened to escape and Miranda brushed her sleeve roughly across her face.

She was about to argue some more, but then he practically called her out on it. The real reason she was here. She froze, looking straight at the Professor, her breath caught in her throat. "It's...not." she frowned, looking like it was obvious it was all about Roma.

Sighing, she shook her head a little, looking down at the ground. "Sorry..." her voice came out in almost a whisper. What was she thinking? She felt like a complete fool. No doubt Masterson thought that too. "I...Sorry." Now with more determination in her voice, she glance up to him. "You're right, Professor. I'm sorry for wasting your time." And with that she turned to leave. I need chocolate.